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[color=#231555]My late-ish entry lol. I almost forgot about this and then just decided to enter anyway, gl to all! [emoji=heart size=1] *Edited bc I forgot to add possible names for her: Sjel, Ziel, Sjael, Dusza, Alma, Enaid, or Siel, they're all names in different languages that mean "soul". [quote][color=#231555][i]Soul-searcher. From the first moment she opened her eyes, she could see the memories of her parents and her brother, though they did not know it then. They would catch her staring, pale eyes locked onto theirs, even before she could speak, though she couldn't explain what she could see. She saw the deeds her father had done for other souls. She could see how strong but fragile her brother's soul was, just like hers. They had no idea, though she couldn't keep doing this to them. When she was older, she knew she could no longer stay. One night, she wished her family goodbye as they slept, not daring to wake them and confess why she had to leave or why she was like this, for even she didn't know. What if she told them and they hated her? Would they have seen her as a monster? She fled into the night, never looking back...[/i] [center][color=#231555]...[left][color=#231555] Morning sunlight streamed through the leaves, dappling the grey scales of a sleeping Fae. Her eyes fluttered open before she shut them tight again against the glare. She was thankful that the sun didn't have a soul. Or if it did, it was definitely too strong for her to see. She blinked as her sight adjusted, breathing in the cool spring air, and birdsong charged the treetops as she yawned and stretched. She had nested in a great maple for the night, laying on a thick rough branch and pillowed some sap. She never had the same sleeping place each night. Barely able to see the earth below, she figured the thick leaves had hidden her well enough. A breeze drifted through, bringing a warm scent with it, and her stomach growled. There were plenty of bugs crawling along the bark, but she wasn't in the mood for those now. Something else called for her attention and hunger, and she left her roost. The scent promising hot food brought her deeper into Churnscar Wharf, with a pied Spiral zipping about in a large brightly painted wagon. The sign read 'Dragonfruit's Desserts', and the closer she came, the sweeter it smelled. Many dragons were lining up ahead, and she ducked her head slightly as she took her place in line. “Step right up!” the Spiral singsonged as he baked, handing out each goodie as quick as a flash. “Here are your cookies, cobbler, pudding, pie, fudge, tarts...” The line moved quickly, though there were still plenty of dragons waiting. She looked around, taking in the sights and smells. She could just make out the waves gently lapping the shore just a bit away, under other dragons talking. An older couple strolled by, smiling to her, but she only dipped her head again and glanced away. [i]“Somedrake stop him!”[/i] She whipped her head back up to see more dragons flying after a pink Spiral. A crazed look flashed in his eyes, and they met her own, making her heart stop. Time seemed to freeze, and his sickening grin stretched from horn to horn as his thoughts beat into her own. [i]Souls...SOULS...SOULS![/i] He pushed his way past her, and those after him flew above their heads. When her heart started beating again, her mind raced as everydrake else murmured concerns. She had seen his memories...what he did to countless dragons— “And what can I get you?” Dragonfruit asked her with a beaming smile. She snapped out of her trance and answered, avoiding his eyes. “Uh...just cricket cakes, please.” Once she received her order and payed, she darted off, her heart thundering in her chest. [i]That wasn't real...that couldn't be real...[/i] That pink Spiral...[i]Aster[/i], she knew his name from his memories...he had killed dragons looking for their souls... [i]But why?[/i] she wondered desperately, and tears began streaming down her face. [center][color=#231555]...[left][color=#231555] Night fell, blanketing the Wharf with a starry sky. She had taken refuge under the docks, tenting her wings around her body to shield from the chill as she perched on a beam, watching the water lap at the barnacles. She hadn't yet eaten any of her cakes, her appetite gone. What she had seen in Aster's mind had haunted her for the rest of that day, and her tears still fell as she silently wept. Why would he do such things? The rest of his memories had seemed blurred, as if they were being sped up. But of one thing she was certain: he was plagued with obsession. [i]“Oh, it's you...”[/i] a giggling voiced hissed from the shadows. She stood up and whirled around, finding herself face to face with him. “You're an interesting one, aren't you...” he said, snaking closer. She stood her ground, hardening her eyes and voice when she spoke. “I know what you did. To all those dragons...” But Aster didn't seem surprised that she knew. Instead, another mad giggle erupted. “And do you know what they do to [i]soul-searchers[/i]?” He lunged towards her, but she ducked out of his grasp as the Spiral twisted around the beams. She noticed that one of his main wings hung limp. “How do [i]you[/i] know what I am?” she demanded, flaring her wings to prepare for flight. “Your [i]stare[/i]...I've met [i]many[/i] like yourself...but it didn't end well for [i]them[/i]...” Fury burned inside her, and her fins flared as she flexed her claws, preparing to fight. “You will [i]never[/i] take anydrake's soul,” she snarled as light sparked from her claws. Mad laughter bubbled up from Aster's throat. “So [i]spirited[/i]...maybe I could [i]use[/i] you, instead...” He lunged at her again, but this time she was ready. A bright purple blast knocked him square in his chest, sending him flying back into the water with a splash. Aster launched back out clumsily, baring his fangs in another hideous smile. He twisted around the little Fae in a dizzying pink tornado, until she splayed her claws, and and powerful blast shot them both through the roof of the dock. Splinters of wood exploded in every direction, showering the water and the beach. She landed on her side with a thud, hitting her head, and her vision started to blur. Struggling to stand, she looked around, her head pounding and ears ringing. Aster was nowhere to be seen. Dragons' voices started behind her as lights began to shine in the building windows, and she didn't have time to look for the pink Spiral. If these dragons questioned her, they might find out what she was, and so she took off into the night before she would give them that chance. She didn't know where Aster had gone. If he was still at the scene, maybe those other dragons that were after him would take care of him. [i]But did they have any idea what he did?[/i] A fierce fury blazed through her being again. Maybe she knew now what she was supposed to do. She flew on, the cold night air rushing past her...[/quote]

Whoop! Tysm, I will take good care of her!! Everybody wrote really compelling lore, fingers crossed for more lore contests in the future